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			<title>9am</title>
			<description>I wrote this at McDonalds.. </description>
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			<title>Sentimental Heartbeats</title>
			<description>Don't take this too literal.</description>
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			<title>Nostalgia</title>
			<description>I'm here, but I'm holding my breaththe sun's in my eyes, the wind catchingmy hair, my hands fall deep inside mypockets, as you teach me,it's okay to breathe again.I yeild to you, and just as,as I reach for you, just asthe wind caught my hair, you blew away.Nostalgia</description>
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			<title>His Gift</title>
			<description>Welling up with freak and regret,his tears let me know he was still there.My bruises havent' always healed as wellon the surface, but as least I knew we was still there.Flashbacks scurried across the glass of me eyesSeeing smiles and gigglesHe was still thereI continue to reassure my..</description>
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			<title>One</title>
			<description>My words compare you to a winters storm,a springs sudden flood,a summers night after day.Your eyes so coolly iced against my warm body,pushing me into a slow cool mysterious chill.Your hands moving so languid against theorganic spelling curve of my body.Your touch is warm just as your ..</description>
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			<title>Nightmare</title>
			<description>And here I sit, mourning my all forgotten blissmy hands are spilling out words from a nightmare,scribble you out, and off of this page,like a nightmare, I can't disengage.Eyes being narrowed by fearmy palms feeling damp,I've taken what i've had of you,just to hide you under my bed...</description>
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